MISCELLANEOUS

Short Story

The Princess and The Pea

One upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess,  but she would have to be a real princess. The travelled all over the world to find one, but now here could he get what he wanted. There were princess enough, but it was difficult to find out wether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be, so he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very much to have a real princess.

One ovening terrible storm came on, there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the city gate and the old king went to open it.

It was princess standing out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious !! what a sight the rain and the wind hade made her look. The water rain down from her hair and clothes: It rain down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.

Well, We will soo find that out, thought the old queen, but she said nothing went into the bed room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom, then she took twenty mattresses. And laid them on the pea, and then twenty eider down beds on top of the mattresses.

On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked how she had slept.

“ Oh, very badly !” said she, “ I have scarcely cloosed my eyes all night ”. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I was lying on something hard, so that I am blak and blue all over my body. It is horrible !”.

Now they knew that she was a real princess because she  had felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider down beds. Nobody but a real princess could be as a sensitive as that, so the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that he had a real princess and the pea was put in the museum, where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

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PHOEMS

Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land

And the yellow half-moon large and low

And the sterled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep

As I gain the cove with using prow

And quench its speed I the slushy sand

Then a smile of warm sea-scented beach Three fields to cross till a farm appears

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match

And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears

Than the two hearts beating each to each !

                        By: Robert Browning (1812-1889)

VIRTUE

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright

The bridal of the carth and sky

The dew shall weep thy fall tonight

For thou must die

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave

Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye

Thy roots is ever in its grave

And thou must die

Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses

A box where sweets compacted lie

My music shows ye have your closes

And all must die

Only a sweet and virtuous soul

But though the whole world turn to coal

Then chiefly lives

                              By: George Herbert (1593-1633)

JOKES

MONKEY ORGANIZATION

An organization is like a tree of monkeys, all on different limbs at different levels.

Some monkeys are climbing up, some down.

The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smilling faces.

The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.

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